I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

1 – Sosa (1)

Fireflies-like flames flicker like carbonic acid and then fade away. The embers drew constellations instead of the stars in the night sky, and the body used them as blankets to prepare for a quiet sleep.

A person is burning.

I am being buried with ashes from my own body, crowned with flames.

It’s not uncommon to hear of it lately, but it’s not surprising either.

In this world where magic is all over the place, a bonfire that burns an entire adult male is probably street trash you’ve seen at least once or twice in your life.

“Big… flaw… ….”

The throat, which had been cooked by inhaling a lot of smoke, had already lost its function. Nerves, muscles, and internal organs are all burnt out, so you can’t even flinch a finger. Survival instincts were screaming in the deep red color that gnawed at flesh.

Death is near.

That which always flowed muddy under my feet is flowing to me along with the rising flames.

Someday, something that deserves to be greeted has finally arrived.

‘This is it.’

My name is Iba, who is in the midst of a fire right now.

Originally an orphan and a slave.

The skill as a mage that he reached by self-taught with barely acquired magic books is third-rate at best.

Because the owner died before he reached adulthood, he ended up sitting on the side of the road.

With no connections or money, I decided to become a mercenary. Whether they were orphans or slaves, if they could do anything, they could make a living.

What is a mercenary?

Those who sold their lives for money, worse than prostitutes. A job where the two of you drink together and the three of you die tomorrow.

Thin, short, insignificant lives. People who can treat even their lives as a joke, so they never stop laughing.

Rolling here and there on the mercenary board eventually.

He is dying from a human-shaped firewood.

‘It was a dog life… ….’

It was a dog life. It goes like a dog until the end. Living like a dog, spending like a dog and dying like a dog, not following the old adage of earning like a dog and spending like a king. From the point of view that the end of life is a whole roast, there was no difference between me and Ddaengcheol, the dog I used to raise for emergency food.

A life born from dust and turned to ashes.

A life born from the bottom and going to the bottom.

Is this the journey of salmon?

Yes, in a sense, it is no different from returning to one’s hometown. When I left home, they said I was a high school student, but I didn’t know that I would be a high school student on the way back home. As if celebrating my homecoming, a burning pain pierced my body. Every time the wind blows, a sharp pain surrounds the whole body and seizes the consciousness that only wants to leave.

‘If only I could be born again… ….’

My body became halfway between a lump of charcoal and ashes. It’s amazing that he’s not dead yet, and it’s sad that he’s still alive and the pain hasn’t stopped.

Fortunately, the fact that the pain was duller than before and the breath was dying made me realize that my life was short. The sound of his breathing was so low that it was devoured by the crackling of the embers.

As everyone else does, as death approaches, I feel regret for the things I could not accomplish in my life.

However, there was not enough time left or blank space to think about each regret, so I only thought of one thing.

‘I want to try dating for once.’

I closed my eyes with this petty regret.

His vision was dyed the same color as his charcoal-smelling body.

I finally felt neither breath nor pain.

I didn’t feel wind, flames, or fishy burns.

When I lost my senses even in the black that had filled my field of vision.

I could absolutely die.

**

It should have been.

When I can’t feel the pain in my body, when I can’t wake up no matter how much the cool night sky shakes me, when my burnt black body is no longer mine.

I would have had to die.

By now, I would have had to laugh and talk with my comrades who had gone before in the underworld, and pour alcohol that I couldn’t even drink well into my mouth.

“I-I can’t. I don’t have any magic right now…….”

“No, you can.”

There are two girls who fly around on broomsticks in the sky—and do crazy things that even the most crazy bastard with flying magic won’t try.

There is no reason to watch the scene where the two girls are fighting over a difference of opinion.

“No matter how much I say, it’s not as good as wide-area magic!”

Just in time, the cause of the fight was revealed. It is speculated that a very immoral act of one girl forcing another girl to use wide-area magic is being committed. I wish I could do it somewhere else.

Is there any kind of trauma? The girl being forced to use her magic shook her head violently in disgust. With the movement, her girlish golden hair fluttered to and fro in the blue sky.

The scene where the embers were flying brightly, which I had just seen, overlapped with that girl’s whirlwind.

Her beauty that killed my body was peeking out from her.

A cold sweat broke out with a chilling feeling.

It was fear. What a frog feels for a snake, I felt for that blonde girl.

I don’t know why. Her instincts were out of the control of reason, and every movement of the girl sounded an alarm. Before the fire started, she was calling for the firewood to be put away.

So I resisted.

I stretched out my arms to keep the girls away from me. Go. Tell me to go far away don’t come It was the proper solution to coping with fear.

Hundreds of arms rushed towards the beautiful girls.

Those two were arguing, but they evaded my attack by floating freely in the sky. Her exhausted lungs let out a heavy sigh, and sweat formed on her forehead, but it was all just the fatigue of the argument. My attack is not a threat to them.

I was at a loss for words at such a clean swim.

“You can do it. If you are the most wonderful wizard I know! If it was you who saved me!”

Another girl riding on her broom raised her voice in response to the golden girl’s words. Correspondingly, I stirred the sky with my arms stronger and faster.

My attacks gradually become more intense.

The girls’ voices are getting higher and higher.

Unreachable attacks.

Girls who don’t run away.

The girls are gradually getting closer to each other.

My resistance did not see much light, and the distance between the girls who had been arguing had become a distance where each other’s hair could be tangled with the wind.

A girl in a navy blue robe who was forcing magic on a blonde girl, she grabbed another girl by the shoulder.

And then.

He put his lips to the girl’s lips.

?

I wondered if I was seeing something wrong, so I blinked the hundreds of eyes growing on my body over and over again. Darkness. Girl. Darkness. Girl. Although the scenery I see has switched over and over again.

The girls’ lips were still connected to each other.

Kiss.

That’s a kiss.

That’s what couples often do.

Kiss?

Key?S

Kiss me????

In the middle of the fight, in the middle of a rush of attacks that would be dangerous if even one hit, even though they avoided all of them, in this hectic situation, they are kissing each other.

Is this correct?

Is this what you’re going to do in front of me?

Isn’t it too much to do?

‘I want to be in a relationship, so I’m showing someone I’m in a relationship, damn it.’

It’s not a metaphor, it’s really mind-boggling, and all my movements stopped.

“What is this?!!!”

“You said you couldn’t use magic because you didn’t have enough mana, right?”

“This crazy… ….”

“You know, the most efficient way to transfer mana. You said you couldn’t do anything about me?”

Girls whispering to each other with flushed expressions. The blond girl expressed her embarrassment, even more disgusting than before, while the girl wearing a navy blue robe smiled bashfully.

“Are you saying it’s impossible even after receiving my magic?”

mana? Are you saying that the reason for that kiss is to channel the mana onto the other person?

How stupid. Such a theory exists only in novels.

It is impossible to transmit mana through kisses.

It was first used in a novel about the romance of magicians, and it is a rumor created for commercial purposes.

The broom is a child’s playful means of transportation, but they are definitely those who use advanced magic called flight magic. There is no way that you don’t know that such nonsense is nonsense.

But the girl in front of me was sincere. The girl who received the kiss also nodded earnestly, not dismissing the story just as a joke.

“Can you do it? Innis.”

“I went through that, but I have no choice but to do it… …. Even if you fail, do not resent Lilia!”

The blonde girl’s name is Innis, and the one wearing a navy blue robe is Lilia.

The girls called each other that way.

‘Huh?’

It was a familiar name.

“Okay… Be prepared, you monster!”

A girl named Innis imbued her wand with magic.

The amount of mana was so extraordinary that the air around Innis bent around her staff, creating a haze around her.

It was as if she had picked up a shard of the sun.

‘If I get hit with that, I’ll be chased.’

I know that magic. It’s a magic that didn’t exist in my world, but I know that magic.

I know the names of those girls. I’ve never spoken to them or seen them in the newspaper, but I know their names.

I’ve never seen it with my own eyes, but I know the looks of those girls.

The everyday life of a sorceress riding a broom and flying in the sky.

There is also a setting that seems to be aimed at a specific readership, in which a girl transfers her magical power by kissing the girl.

I know everything.

Because I read all of them in novels before.

‘I was followed…….’

Life was tough, but I was able to enjoy a little bit of cultural life.

If it’s a novel recommended by a friend crying and crying and clinging to it, wouldn’t it be polite to enjoy it together?

That’s why I can’t forget it.

Lilia, the main character of [Butterflies Live in Her Eyes], And Innis, one of her lover candidates.

They are familiar with the descriptions in the novel.

And I slowly get a sense of what I have become.

Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of arms, muscles exposed without a single skin, and an appearance as if the intestines of a giant monster had been taken out and scattered as they were. Besides, the width is also hundreds of meters, the present me. Judging from the feeling of being swarming inside my body from earlier, I’m probably still expanding my chunk of meat.

A slime-like monster made of flesh instead of slime is devouring a forest.

[Butterflies live in her eyes] The final boss of the episode Innis, Subject #86.

A constantly growing mass of flesh that has the ability to regenerate beyond its physical limits.

As a grotesque boss who kills Innis, who received a kiss from Lilia, using wide-area magic [Sunset], He is in charge of displeasure, disgust, and unsanitary in a novel full of pretty girls.

But it seems like I was possessed by it.

“Eat this, you monster!”

I died once.

That too was burned to death.

Then I entered the novel.

And here it looks like it’s going to burn again.

… This is a bit

“Please help me.”